Yi ?

Quiet calls in their connection as Yasuo tried again and again, hoping for an answer. Probably this was bullshit he made up all alone but honestly it would have been so good if they could communicate that way. Sadly, it was the case, no matter how many times he tried.

The reason he called gently for his soulmate was because he was lost. There were signs that came with their link, like the distance put between them. So far it had stretched and reduced on occasion, depending on his own moves. Because Yi never really went far, surely following Noxus. Yet now there was new distance and the whole thing was different.

He's going away. This was how Yasuo felt it. It wasn't like before because when himself put distance between them, it wasn't so painful anymore. But now it hurt.

At first he didn't notice because again, they were still able to move and go, this was war time. However, after a few days, Yasuo could tell the latter was definitely taking a specific direction, the opposite of the previous. Himself was far in the northern regions of the First Lands, it helped a little to situate where they were at the moment. So when he noticed the clear distance put between them in a similar way than when he left Yi, it hit home.

Yi was going south, if he was correct. Far too fast to be about an imminent battle against Noxus because he never stopped except at night.

Where are you going ?

Asking was useless, he would never know unless they met soon and this was the last thing that would happen given their respective situations. Yasuo was pursued like a criminal and Yi was almost running south. Facing opposites directions.

His heart ached to sense that distance but it was only fair. All this time he had been running back home after their separation, he had inflicted the same to Yi. In the end neither could be blamed, this was simply war fucking with everyone here.

Time went on, days followed and except another hateful 'visit' from a warrior of the school sword, Yasuo had nothing else to think about. His soulmate was going away, little by little, step by step. Surely after such quiet time it was difficult, he had almost forgotten the initial pain of separation. Right now he experienced it again, like a ghost haunting him. He didn't need that, he had already enough to deal with like these idiots trying to kill him for justice. However to blame Yi was cruel and stupid, it wasn't his fault.

Right there, lost in far less familiar land, Yasuo's mood didn't get better. At least he sensed that Yi's pain was reduced, barely a drop in the ocean that was their link. Almost nothing could break its peace, still, breathing slowly on a quiet day, sun hidden by the clouds of war. They needed this peace.

No idea about the latter but for Yasuo this link was still good. It helped him, he knew there was no real troubles on both sides – even if he was in deep shit because of his 'crime' but whatever. Does he feel it ? He would wonder silently in his evenings, safely hidden in some high place in nature, with his flask as only company. What did Yi feel in their link ? Could he sense his smallest rush of anger or annoyance when he was forced into a duel ? Was it the opposite, an quiet breeze on a summer day, what Yi made him feel ? The latter wasn't one to show too much and lose himself to useless rush like him. Except for that time when they clashed about Yasuo's health, there was no waves, no rain, no threatening clouds. Either the link dampened everything for them or Yi was the most chill person he ever met, which was highly possible.

There was one time though. An occasion that shook Yasuo's beliefs about the link. One night, rather late, when he noticed Yi was resting too because he wasn't moving at the moment, something came up in their link. Not sadness or pain, quite the opposite. It was pleasure. It didn't last, barely a few seconds but it shook their connection quite violently, like a burst of colors.

At first it left him dazzed, disbelieving about what just happened and unsure if he dreamed that or not. But no, it was indeed an echo from Yi's side. Then everything made sense, fluster slapping him with as much strenght. Pleasure went through their connection. What had just happened was Yi's part. In no time Yasuo got so ashamed of himself because just before he had been about the same thing, keeping sweet thoughts about his dear soulmate. Only he wasn't aware that this would be translated to the other side of the link. That was so dumb, fuck.

So it meant that a few times before, each time he enjoyed himself in solitude, Yi was aware of it. Truly an unexpected side of a soulmate bond. That night, Yasuo had some troubles to keep his mind off this topic because he had been so stupid. He should have tought about that side effect.

On the other hand, he couldn't forget what he felt from the other side. Technically he didn't feel pleasure, not at all, but he felt how good the latter was at the moment. Without a doubt he had cause that himself, being a bit horny sometimes.

Maybe one day…

To have sex would be good, he never doubted that. The real question was when they would be given an opportunity. Distance right now was clear, no chance to see each other soon. Yasuo still let these dear thoughts develop quietly, thoughts about their reunion and more if if possible. He wanted so much and Yi was simply not here.

Even a kiss would be good.

Weeks had gone since the new change of direct and Yi's new destination. Since then, Yasuo hadn't felt any change in the plans, if it could be called as such. The latter was still on the move, further south. To the point where he wondered if Yi was going back home.

It might be, because reasons and events could happen. Yasuo still remembered the flash of pain for a few days that rhythmed his soulmate's life. After that the change had happened so it could be linked.

Like always, he wouldn't no what was really happening. He was too far. At least one of them wasn't stuck in a shitty situation, that was good to know.

On Yasuo's side, there was nothing new. Just awful solitude, no clues about the direction to chose and even less about the killer. He might as well question each single person he met.

Days looked the same, spring was blooming out there yet he didn't know what he was doing. Maybe homesick, because he was too far from everything he had always known. Far from his soulmate. A few times he thought about heading south, like Yi. Maybe he would be able to randomly run into his village or at least to get closer to his own home. Right there it was slowly getting on his nerves to find nothing but blood and solitude. Returning closer to his hometown would be irrational but he wasn't feeling so well.

What was the point of all this ?

The answer came quickly, a few days later when the next 'fool' arrived to bring him to justice. Except this was the least person he wanted to see in this world.

Yone…